Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Crime,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.